Channel 76: The Scrambled Porn Channel
What is it thats so charming about scrambled porn? A cock here, and ass there, a thrust here, some Lee press on nails there. Maybe it's the chase. The delight when the picture is solid for just one moment or when muffled moans leek through the speakers.
You can almost mediate on it. Looking for the pieces to the puzzle for so long and trying to make sense of it, you wonder what's the big deal. Why do we pay for this? Why do we judge people based on this? Why can they sell things to us because of this? Does this really rule us? How important is the actual act? It's just a little thrust after all. A swing of the hips in a particular direction.
Maybe it's not the act. In my dreams it doesn't matter who it is. Guy or girl, any location. A gym bathroom during my last afternoon nap (naps are always when these dreams come), with a coworker and a pop superstar. If not the act, then what is it? Why do I want to think about it? Why do I want to watch? Why don't people like me talking about it?
What does sex sell? A thrust can't sell me anything. I guess it's the attention...the attention and the beauty (I say as I stare at the "insert" button my keyboard). To have people, the one you care about or the one you care about that second. To look at something and be able to have it. To earn something. To indulgue. For attention. To feel beautiful. To hold something beautiful. To be the one.
I will keep staring at you channel 76. I will find something there in those wavy rainbow lines and reappearing human parts. I will figure out why I care, why everyone cares, and have a good time in the process.
What is it thats so charming about scrambled porn? A cock here, and ass there, a thrust here, some Lee press on nails there. Maybe it's the chase. The delight when the picture is solid for just one moment or when muffled moans leek through the speakers.
You can almost mediate on it. Looking for the pieces to the puzzle for so long and trying to make sense of it, you wonder what's the big deal. Why do we pay for this? Why do we judge people based on this? Why can they sell things to us because of this? Does this really rule us? How important is the actual act? It's just a little thrust after all. A swing of the hips in a particular direction.
Maybe it's not the act. In my dreams it doesn't matter who it is. Guy or girl, any location. A gym bathroom during my last afternoon nap (naps are always when these dreams come), with a coworker and a pop superstar. If not the act, then what is it? Why do I want to think about it? Why do I want to watch? Why don't people like me talking about it?
What does sex sell? A thrust can't sell me anything. I guess it's the attention...the attention and the beauty (I say as I stare at the "insert" button my keyboard). To have people, the one you care about or the one you care about that second. To look at something and be able to have it. To earn something. To indulgue. For attention. To feel beautiful. To hold something beautiful. To be the one.
I will keep staring at you channel 76. I will find something there in those wavy rainbow lines and reappearing human parts. I will figure out why I care, why everyone cares, and have a good time in the process.
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oninotaki:
From the ages of 11-14 all the porn channels on my parents tv all would all unscramble but still have wierd colors and no sound. It took care of all my needs as a young boy. But I always had to come up with reasons as two why I wanted to watch tv in their room
frankmask:
That says it very nicely. I owe you a cookie.